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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.