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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.