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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.