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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.