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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.