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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.