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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.