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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.