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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.