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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.