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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.