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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
AZ,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.