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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Pole,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.