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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Television Personalities,
Japan,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Can,
Swans,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
cv313,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.