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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.