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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.