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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.