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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.