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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.