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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
ABC,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.