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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.