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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.