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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.