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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.