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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.