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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.