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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.