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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.