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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.