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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.