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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
X-102,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.