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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.