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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.