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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Technova to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.