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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Can,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.