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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.