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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 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 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.