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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.