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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.