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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.