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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.