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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.