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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
X-101,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.