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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.