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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.