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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.