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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.