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 Finland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Whodini,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.