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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.