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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 Tehran and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.