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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.