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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.