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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.