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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.