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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.