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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.