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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.