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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
The Slits,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.