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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.