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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
ABC,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.