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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.