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 France and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.