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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.