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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.