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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Technova,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.