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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.