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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.