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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All cv313 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
The Index,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.