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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.