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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.