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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.