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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.