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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
10cc,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.