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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.