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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
JFA,
Cameo,
Crime,
Can,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.