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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.