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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
UT,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.