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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.