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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.