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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gories to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.