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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Fall,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.