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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.