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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.