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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.