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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 the Association 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Wire,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.