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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ten City to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.