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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.