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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Darondo,
MC5,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.