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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.