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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.