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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.