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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.