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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.