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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.