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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Organ,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.