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 France and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.