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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.