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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.