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 Denmark and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.