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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
AZ,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.