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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.