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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.