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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.