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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.