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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the dance 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Gong,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.