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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Darondo,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.