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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.