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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Pole,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.