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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
DNA,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.