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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.