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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.