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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.