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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.