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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.