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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.