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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
the Swans,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.