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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.