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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.