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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.