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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.