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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.