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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.