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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.