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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.