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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.