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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.