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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Saints,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Roxette,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.