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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.