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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.