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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.