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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.