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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.