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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Skarface,
Quantec,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.