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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.