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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
X-102,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.