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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.