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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.