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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.