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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.