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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
The Associates,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.