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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.