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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.