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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.