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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.