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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.