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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.