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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Slave,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.