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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.