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 France and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.