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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.