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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 John Cale 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Names,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.