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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.