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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.