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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Wings,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.