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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.