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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.