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 China and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.