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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.