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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.