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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.