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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 John Holt to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.