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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
JFA,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.