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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
MDC,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Index,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.