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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.