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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.