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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.