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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.