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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.