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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.