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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.