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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.