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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.