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 Norway 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
The Names,
World's Most,
Interpol,
UT,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.