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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fear to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.