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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.