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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.