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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.