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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.