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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.