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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.