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 Fiji and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Organ,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.