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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
New Order,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.