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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.