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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.