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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.