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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Modern Lovers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.