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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.