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 Togo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Icehouse 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.