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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.