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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.