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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Scion,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.