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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.