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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Index,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.