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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.