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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Scion,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.