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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.