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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Television,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.