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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.