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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.