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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.