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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.