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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.