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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.