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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.