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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.