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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.