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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.