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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.