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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.