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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
UT,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.