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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.