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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Pylon,
JFA,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.