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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.