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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.