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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.