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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.