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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.