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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Television,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.