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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.