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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.