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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.