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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.