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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.