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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.