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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.