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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.