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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.