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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.