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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.