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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Slits 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.