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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard 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.