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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.