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 United States and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Neu!,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.