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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.