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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.