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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.