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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.