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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.