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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Buckinghams 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.