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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
ABC,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Cluster,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.