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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.