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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Smog,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.