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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.