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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.