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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.