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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.