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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.