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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.