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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
10cc,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.