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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.