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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.