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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.