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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.