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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Chrome,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.