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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.