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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
The Residents,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.