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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.