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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.