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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.