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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.