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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Slave,
Deakin,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.