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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.