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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.