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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.