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 Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.