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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.