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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.