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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.