Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.