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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.