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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.