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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Fear,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.