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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wells. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.