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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.