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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.