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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.