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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.