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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.