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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.