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 Laos and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.