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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Index,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.