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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.