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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.