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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.