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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.