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 Honduras 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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.