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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.