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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.