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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.