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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.