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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.