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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.