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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
ABC,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Sound,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.