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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.