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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.