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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.