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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.