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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.