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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.