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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.