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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.