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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Technova,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.