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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.