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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.