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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.