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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.