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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.