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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.