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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.