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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Echospace,
Crime,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.