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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.