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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Oneida,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.