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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.