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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
The Motions,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.