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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.