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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.