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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.