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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.