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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.