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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.