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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.