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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.