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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.