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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Nico to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.