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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.