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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s 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 Newcleus 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?
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.