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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.