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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.