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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.