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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Crime,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.