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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.