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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.