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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can 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.