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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.