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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.