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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.