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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Mars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.