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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
a-ha,
Inner City,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.