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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.