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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.