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 Denmark and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.