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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.