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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.