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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.