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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.