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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.