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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.