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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.