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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.