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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Nas,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.