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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.