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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.