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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.