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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.