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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.