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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Slits 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.