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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.