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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.