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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.