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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Whodini,
cv313,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.