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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.