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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Technova,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.