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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.