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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Visage,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.