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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.