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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Wire,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.