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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.