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 Chile and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.