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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.