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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Fall,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.