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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.