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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.