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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.