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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.