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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.