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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.