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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.