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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Wings,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.