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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.