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 South and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.