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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Names,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.