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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.