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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.