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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.