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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.