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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.