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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.