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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.