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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.