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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.