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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.