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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.