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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.