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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.