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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.