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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.