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 India and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.