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 India 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.