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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.