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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.