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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.