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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.