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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.