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 Germany 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.