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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.