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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.