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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.