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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.