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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 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 Echospace 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
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Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.