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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.