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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.