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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.