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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.