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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.