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 Croatia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.