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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.