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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.