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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.