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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.