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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Pylon 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.