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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.