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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.