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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.