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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.