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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.