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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
PIL,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.