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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
AZ,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.