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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.