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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.