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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.