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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.