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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.