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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Brick,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.