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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.