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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.