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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.