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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.