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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Television,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.