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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.