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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.