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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.