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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.