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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Gories to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.