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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.