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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.