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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.