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 Spain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.