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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Crime,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.