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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.