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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.