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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.