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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.