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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.