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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.