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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.