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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.