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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.