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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Visage,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.