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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.