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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
This Heat,
JFA,
Crime,
The Sound,
Fear,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.