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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.