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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Symarip,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.