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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.