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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Q65,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.