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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.