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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.