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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.