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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.