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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.