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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.