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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.