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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.