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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.