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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.