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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.