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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.