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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.