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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.