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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.