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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.