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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.