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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Franke,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.