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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.