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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.