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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
cv313,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.