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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
X-102,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.