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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.