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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.