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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.