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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.