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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.