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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.