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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.