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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
UT,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
10cc,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.