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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.