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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.