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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.