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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.