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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.