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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.