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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.