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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.