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 Panama and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.