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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.