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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.