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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.