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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.