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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Smog,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.