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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.