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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.