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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.