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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Fear,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Visage,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.